There was no telling how long he might have been watching this strange display. It was rare enough seeing any creatures wandering around the inner city, but rarer still to see one so normal and simultaneously foreign to the current setting. Perhaps it was someone's pet, like the Hunter's judgmental chicken that was slowing exerting her rule over the bar under an iron beak.

The flap of a coat, the soft crunch of snow underfoot. They were the only sounds that heralded the presence of another, but were one paying closer attention they would have found it strange that prior to, there had been no other sounds of approach. Of course, were one looking in that direction then they would have seen the ominous shadow that appeared outside of the communication tower and then drifted down to earth like an evil snowflake.

The gloved hand that reached out to grab the cat by the scruff of his neck offered no warmth, pulling him up from the gathering snow.